His Marriage Pact. Kathie DeNosky

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      “I owe you an apology.”

      That she hadn’t expected. “For what?”

      “I’m sorry for coming on too strong. But I won’t apologize for wanting you so badly I ache.”

      She’d never felt so flattered in her life. “Apology accepted, and I’d be telling one colossal lie if I said I wasn’t extremely attracted to you. But—”

      “But what?” He gave her a meaningful look. “If you’re worried about the whole annulment thing, I won’t tell if you won’t.”

      “I won’t lie under oath. And I have a feeling your integrity won’t allow that either.”

      His sigh cut through the silence. “You’re right about that. One thing I learned from my father, deception takes no prisoners. I do think we can find other ways to answer our needs.”

      Was he suggesting an open marriage? “If you’re going to ask if you can see other women, that’s your call, but rest assured I wouldn’t feel right seeing other men.”

      “I’m not saying that at all,” he said. “We can explore each other without going beyond the limits.”

      “You mean only foreplay?”

      “You got it, darlin’. It’s my favorite kind of play.”

      The thought of his hands on her made her shiver in a very nice way. “That would certainly be new and different for me.”

      He frowned. “Your husband wasn’t into foreplay?”

      The understatement of the millennium. “Let me sum up our sex life in a few words. Hi, Paris, just passing through, only have a minute, got to go, see you later. That happened about once a week unless he wasn’t in the mood. He always said I was too uptight about my body, but what did he expect when all he did was criticize me?”

      “Why in the hell were you with that ass?”

      The sheer anger in his voice took her aback. “I was young and stupid. He was my first lover and the first man who really paid attention to me. At least in the beginning. When I got him hired on at the firm, everything changed. I’m fairly certain he cheated on me, although I didn’t have any proof. Eventually I didn’t even care.”

      Dallas let go a litany of curses. “You’re damn special, Paris. You deserve to be treated that way. And if you want me to show you how good it can be between a man and a woman, all you have to do is ask.”

      When he rose to his feet, Paris realized she didn’t want him to leave. “Where are you going?”

      “To grab a snack, take a cold shower and then head to bed.”

      “Could you stay a little longer?”

      “I could, but being so close to you and not being able to touch you is killing me.”

      She recognized the risk she’d be taking, but she truly craved his attention because she knew with all her heart he would treat her with respect. “I want you to touch me, Dallas. I need you to touch me.”

      He stood statue still and after a few moments asked, “Are you sure?”

      She held her hand toward him. “If you’ll help me up, I’ll go back to the house with you.”

      “No need for that.”

      Paris had no idea what he planned to do next when he, too, rolled up his jeans, sat back down, pulled off his socks and boots, then positioned himself behind her, his legs on either side of her thighs. Right at that moment, Paris felt something at her feet beneath the water and gasped again.

      “Just relax sweetheart,” he told her as he pulled the band away, pushed her hair aside and kissed the back of her neck.

      “It’s not you. Something was nibbling on my toes.”

      His slow laugh sent pleasurable chills down her spine. “Darlin’, I can do that, but you’ll have to wait until it’s warmer or until you have your feet out of the lake.”

      She smiled back at him. “You mean you wouldn’t jump in the water if I asked you?”

      “Not unless you’re waiting for me, naked.”

      Interesting concept, albeit not logical. “We probably should put that on hold for a couple of months.”

      “It’s a deal.”

      He kissed her then, thoroughly, stroking her tongue softly with his in a heady rhythm that made her want to climb all over him. If she reacted so strongly to this simple show of affection, she couldn’t imagine what she would do if he did anything else.

      She would soon find out, she realized, when he broke the kiss and rested his cheek against her cheek, reached beneath her shirt and unclasped her bra. For a moment she felt like a schoolgirl making out with her first real boyfriend in a backseat, an experience she’d never really had. But when Dallas tugged the tee up over her head, taking the bra with it, she knew she was in the hands of a real man. Naked from the waist up. In wide-open spaces.

      She should be mortified over being so exposed, but she honestly didn’t care. She should have been self-conscious when Dallas whispered, “Watch,” but instead she waited with excited anticipation. And the minute he began to circle her nipples simultaneously with his fingertips, she grew hotter than blazes in places still unseen.

      As much as she wanted to continue to see what Dallas was doing, Paris closed her eyes and leaned back against him to savor the sensations.

      “Feel good?” he asked, his voice low and grainy.

      “Yes.”

      When Dallas slid his palm down her belly, Paris held her breath. And when he began to toy with the button on her jeans, she automatically tensed.

      “Just tell me to stop and I will.”

      She frankly hoped he kept right on going, but then he suddenly halted everything, much to her disappointment. She opened her eyes and stared at him blankly. “I didn’t say anything.”

      He moved from behind her, rolled down his jeans, put on his boots then stood. “I think that’s enough for tonight.”

      She snatched the discarded shirt and clutched it to her bare breasts. “I don’t understand.”

      “Put your shirt on and I’ll walk you to the house.”

      Somewhat miffed, Paris slid the tee over her head, stood and shoved the bra in her back pocket. “I can find my way.”

      “Are you mad at me?”

      “No. I’m mad at myself for falling into your trap. Nothing good could ever come of mixing business with pleasure and in reality, this is a business arrangement as you have reminded me several times.”

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